The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I will be steel! I will build a steel bridge over my need! I will build a bomb shelter over my heart!… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Take adultery or theft. Merely sins. It is evil who dines on the soul, stretching out its long bone tongue. It is… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart,… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet it is my other who sits in a ball and cries. My other beats… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder.… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
I have forgiven all the old actors for dying. A new one comes on with the same lines, like large white growths, in his… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“From the Garden” Come, my beloved, consider the lilies. We are of little faith. We talk too much. Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks. Let us consider the view: a house where white clouds decorate… — Anne Sexton Copy Share
Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I want to kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough? — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
